The Lakewood Cheerleaders

The Lakewood Cheerleaders, Part 1

Story by All These Roadworks (2023).

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For the purpose of clarity, all characters appearing in this story are aged 18 years or over.

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Lakewood Senior High was a public school in a poor district. Its funding barely covered the basics of a school curriculum. The school could only afford four sport programs - basketball and football for the boys, track and field for the junior girls, and cheerleading for the senior girls.

And then a further round of funding cuts came - and it could no longer afford the cheerleaders.

But the school could hardly go without *any* extracurricular program for its 18-year-old female students, and so Ms Saunders, the cheerleading coach, went searching for private sponsorship for the squad - and found it in the last place she expected.

The deal made her blush. It made her wonder if she was really doing the best thing for her cheerleaders. It made her ask if she was objectifying them, commodifying them, and sexualising them for male entertainment. It made her consider whether she was, in fact, betraying her entire gender, and teaching her cheerleaders to be slutty little rapedolls for men to ejaculate into.

But the underlying equation was simple. She was employed to be a cheerleading coach, and if there was no funding for a cheerleading squad, then she didn’t have a job.

So she took the sponsorship deal.

“Good news, girls!” she told her cheerleaders the following day. “We’ve signed a sponsorship deal. We’ve had a very generous offer from a local business, and in return for offering this business the naming rights and uniform rights, we’re getting new high-quality uniforms, and full funding for catering, transport, music licensing, and professional photography for the next three years.”

The girls were delighted. They were not the brightest of women, and the school had not done well at educating them, so it was only after some minutes of celebrating that pretty blonde Taya thought to ask, “Who is the sponsor, miss?”

Ms Saunders blushed. “It’s… ah… Cuntbunnies.”

The girls gave her blank looks, not understanding, until buxom brunette Elisabeth asked, “Isn’t that the… whorehouse in the red light district?”

“That’s right, Elisabeth,” said Ms Saunders. “It’s a gentleman’s club, strip club, topless bar and brothel. It’s very successful, and the owner Mr Gordon is a philanthropist who wants to give back to the community, so he’s funding our squad.”

“But why?” asked Taya.

“Well, cheerleaders are something of a cultural sex symbol,” said Ms Saunders. “So he wants to associate his establishment with a group of attractive young ladies such as yourselves, so that when people think of his business, they think of sexy young ladies.”

Elisabeth scrunched up her nose. “But won’t that be associating us… with whores?”

“Of course not!” said Ms Saunders quickly, without explaining further, and to her relief the girls - none of them bright - accepted her assurance without further questions. So she moved on to the next topic.

“Now, the naming rights mean that the name of the team is going to change, girls,” she said. “You’re not going to be the Lakewood Angels anymore. You’re going to be the Lakewood Cuntbunnies.”

Elegant redhead Jenny didn’t like it. “Isn’t that name… kind of slutty, miss?” she asked.

“Not at all,” said Ms Saunders. “It’s fun!” Again, she didn’t elaborate, and the girls didn’t press her.

“Now, finally, we have some paperwork for you to sign,” said Ms Saunders. “Cuntbunnies wants to be associated with pretty, fun girls, who enjoy spending time with men and don’t get into fights or arguments. This agreement just says that you promise to strive to meet a minimum standard of attractiveness, that you will wear the team uniform at training and performance, that you’ll follow the instructions of your coach, and that you won’t get into fights with men.”

She coughed, and then said quickly, “That means that you’re waiving your rights to make civil or criminal complaints about any man for any reason for anything that happens while you’re on the team.”

The silly little brats didn’t ask questions. They certainly didn’t ask what “minimum standards of attractiveness” meant, and they didn’t ask whether that meant they couldn’t complain if they were sexually harassed or . Nor did they ask what the uniforms were.

And best of all, none of them looked at the clause noting that if they quit the team, or were kicked off it, they would be to personally repay a *substantial* amount of the sponsorship money - more than any girl in such a poor neighbourhood could possibly afford.

They just all signed.

Ms Saunders felt a little bit guilty, of course - but the knowledge that she would keep her job was much more important.

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The new uniforms came in stages. The headbands came first - pink bunny-ear headbands - and Ms Saunders explained that the skirts and tops would come later.

“You can keep wearing your existing uniforms for now,” she told them.

The girls actually loved their new bunny-ear headbands, and laughed as they put them on for their first evening practice as the Cuntbunnies.

They trooped out onto the football oval to practice - but immediately discovered the first change of the sponsorship. They had an audience. There were about seven older men sitting in the stands, watching them.

“Isn’t this good, girls?” asked Ms Saunders, nervously. “This is Mr Gordon from the brothel, and a few of his friends. They’re going to help you train in front of an audience, so practice will be more like your actual performances.”

It was weird - particularly that all the men were old enough to be the girls’ fathers, or even grandfathers - but the girls shrugged and prepared to practice.

“So we’re going to practice a new routine,” said Ms Saunders . “It’s actually a very feminist routine - about girls supporting other girls.”

The girls murmured. They liked that idea.

“The opening is going to be about how close to each other all you girls are,” said Ms Saunders. “You’re going to do a figure-eight march in two columns, and each time you come face to face with a girl in another column, you’re going to give her a kiss on the lips.”

The girls blushed - this was strange - but they tried to do as Ms Saunders said. But their kisses were awkward and chaste, blushing and embarrassed. It was clear they were inexperienced at kissing other girls - all except for Taya, who Ms Saunders had always suspected of being a lesbian, and who kissed her partners deeply, and with tongue.

“This is no good,” said Ms Saunders. “Your kisses need to be natural, like you really love your fellow cheerleaders and appreciate their bodies and their femininity. You’re going to spend the rest of this session practicing your kissing. I want to see you all using tongue, like Taya here. And…” she paused. “What do your boyfriends do when they kiss you?”

“Brett always gropes my boobs when he kisses me,” said Elisabeth.

“James squeezes my ass,” offered gorgeous dark-haired Bethany.

“Evan grabs a handful of my hair,” said Jenny. “Like, tight, like he’s in control.”

“Douglas tries to feel my pussy!” complained ditzy dyed-pink-hair Senya.

There was much laughter and giggling at this last, but Ms Saunders said, “I want you to do that - all those things - with each other as you kiss. Kiss each other like your boyfriend kisses you.”

For the rest of the two hour training, the girls arranged in rotating pairs, and practiced groping and tongue-kissing each other. They were awkward at first, but then Ms Saunders was satisfied to notice the blush of arousal appearing in the cheeks of many of the girls as their tits and asses were squeezed, and the kisses became more natural and passionate, until by the end of the practice most of the girls were moaning sluttily as they kissed their partners.

At the end, Ms Saunders arranged the girls into pairs. She tried as far as possible to maintain the pairs that had had the most chemistry during practice - the girls that had moaned most whorishly for each other and taken the most pleasure in groping each other’s breasts and cunts. The exception was Taya, who had been sluttily enthusiastic with *every* girl, and so she paired Taya with chaste blonde Christian virgin Sarah.

“The girl I have paired you with is your training girlfriend,” said Ms Saunders. “I expect you to practice kissing with her every day, including weekends. Practice at school lunches, in the courtyard.”

“But miss,” said Sarah, alarmed, “people will *see* us!”

“People will see you when you perform the final routine,” said Ms Saunders. “This is important practice.”

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At the end of a week, the girls were all kissing like born lesbian sluts. Ms Saunders was sure a few had progressed beyond just kissing. Senya and Elisabeth had the guilty look of girls who had tasted each other’s pussies. And Sarah was obeying Taya’s every suggestion with the blushing alacrity of a natural submissive.

Ms Saunders wondered whether Taya had simply unlocked a natural kink in Sarah - or whether she was coercing or even the naive little blonde. She decided she didn’t dare consider it. It was enough for Ms Saunders that the girls were comfortable putting on a lesbian display for Mr Gordon and his friends.

Which they did, at each practice, shoving their tongues down each other’s throats and squeezing each other’s tits for the audience, before transitioning into the new steps they were practicing - a cute little bunny hop that made their tits bounce, and a new chant.

The girls didn’t really like the chant, but they shouted it anyway, trusting Ms Saunders’ guidance.

“We’re cunts! Cunts! C-U-N-T-S!” they sang in unison.

Then the bottom half of the uniforms arrived, and suddenly the girls were ready to rebel.

There were red and white skirts - but the skirts were little more than a frilly belt. They didn’t cover *any* of the groin or ass. And then instead of the traditional wide-coverage cheerleading panties - or “spanks” - there was instead a piece of blue-and-white underwear that looked more like a bikini bottom than a uniform to be worn in public.

And, worse still, it had holes in it - a narrow slit window directly over the cunt, largely invisible unless the wearer spread her legs, and then another circular hole directly over the anus, with a white trim that called attention to it.

“We can’t wear *these*, miss!” the girls complained.

“Everyone will see our… pussies… and our butts,” protested Elisabeth.

“Please, Elisabeth, remember our sponsor’s name. It’s not your pussy, it’s your cunt,” chided Ms Saunders. “And no, nobody will see your cunt. I’ll show you how. The slit’s there because you are, after all, the *Cuntbunnies* - but I wouldn’t expect you to go out in public with everyone *knowing* that your cunt is showing.”

She took out a box and set it on a table in front of her. “And as for your cute little Cuntbunny butts - you’ll have these.”

The box was full of butt plugs. Each was thick, made of shiny metal, and had a cute little puffy bunny tail attached to it.

“Cuntbunnies - see?” she declared.

The girls didn’t want to wear the slutty panties. They didn’t want to wear butt plugs. Many of them had never had anything inserted in their anus before, not even a finger.

She had to remind them they had signed an agreement to wear the uniform. She had to remind them they had signed an agreement to obey her orders. She had to remind them they had signed an agreement to be attractive.

And then she had to remind them that if they didn’t wear the panties, they would be cut from the squad, and then they would owe their sponsor thousands of dollars - money that the girls certainly didn’t have, and their lower-class parents didn’t have either.

One by one the girls took off their old skirts and spanks, and put on the new lower-body uniforms. There were some nervous giggles as they tried (unsuccessfully) to arrange the panties so that their anus and pussy were covered.

Then Ms Saunders produced lube, and showed each girl how to lube her asshole, and then slowly slide the plug into her anus.

“There’s always resistance at first,” she told the girls, “but once the widest part gets past your sphincter it will just slide right in.”

And sure enough, once the plugs were in place, the girls found that the wide white bunny tail completely hid the hole in the panties. It didn’t look like there was a hole at all. In fact, it looked like the tail was attached to the fabric.

Thankfully, none of the girls asked why the tail *couldn’t* have just been attached to the fabric in the first place, with no need of holes or plugs…

Then the girls made another discovery. The butt plugs vibrated!

Not constantly - but in short bursts of 10 seconds or so, at random intervals. Sarah was the first to have hers go off, and she squealed, and jumped so high off the bench she was sitting on that her feet left the ground.

“Yes!” said Ms Saunders immediately. “That’s the energy I’m looking for!”

Other girls were squeaking and clutching their asses as their plugs began to vibrate. Ms Saunders had a remote that could activate any of the plugs, or turn them all on or off at once, but the girls didn’t need to know that.

“These plugs are going to give you the natural enthusiasm that you need as cheerleaders, girls,” said Ms Saunders. “I want to see you jumping as high as Sarah here on every one of your bunny hops!”

Jenny was blushing intensely. “Miss, it feels funny,” she said. “I can feel it all the way through to my…” - she paused, wanting to use another word before remembering her instructions. “My cunt,” she finished.

Other girls were nodding their agreement. Some looked flushed.

“Just focus on the cheerleading, girls,” said Ms Saunders. “And I want these plugs in before you get to practice in future. Remember to take a tube of lube home with you. And there are leaflets there which will show you how to sanitise the plugs after removal.”

That left the matter of their cunts. Ms Saunders was right that when the girls stood with their legs together, no one could tell there was a hold in the fabric over their pussies. But the moment they did the splits, or a leg lift, or anything else that parted their thighs, their naked fuckholes were on full display.

Ms Saunders introduced them to body paint. “This is special paint that’s designed to go on skin,” she said. “We’re just going to paint your cunts a little so that they’re the same colour as your panties, and no one will be able to tell that there isn’t cloth there.”

She demonstrated using Sarah and Taya. She had Taya lie on a massage table, face up, with her legs spread, and had Sarah stand between her legs.

“Now, the first thing is to make sure that Taya’s cunt is clean,” said Ms Saunders. “Sarah, would you lean in and give it a lick?”

Sarah blushed. “Give it… a lick?” she asked.

“With your tongue, Sarah,” said Ms Saunders, feigning irritation and frustration. “Don’t be a prude. We’re all girls here. Just lean in and run your tongue along the length of her cunt, from her fuckhole to her clitoris. Try to gather up all the moisture. Three or four times should be enough.”

The virginal Christian Sarah might have been to lick another girl’s cunt - but she was also naturally submissive, and responsive to Ms Saunders’ commanding tone. Also, she remembered the threat that she would have to repay money if she got kicked off the squad - money she didn’t have.

So she leaned forward and put her tongue into Taya’s cunt, and began to lick, doing her best to lick up all of Taya’s thick, slutty cunt-juices.

Taya couldn’t help herself. She moaned and bucked her hips slightly against Sarah’s face, and she was clearly disappointed when Sarah stopped after four licks.

Then Ms Saunders showed Sarah how to paint Taya’s pussy, running a brush back and forth over Taya’s sensitive area, applying bright blue paint. She made Sarah paint the inside of Taya’s pussy too - because after all, many of the more athletic cheerleading moves would part Taya’s cunt lips - and she instructed Sarah to take special care with the clitoris, running the wet tip of the brush back and forth over Tay’s sensitive nub again and again and again.

Then it was time for the rest of the girls to be painted. Most had hairless pussies, eager to be fashionable, but some girls had to be waxed. Ms Saunders had no time to be careful with these girls, and applied hot wax as quickly as possible, ripping it off in painful rolls as soon as it hardened.

She paired the girls off in their girlfriend couplets, and soon every girl had licked her girlfriend’s cunt, and then painted it.

“You can still kind of tell it’s a pussy though,” said Elisabeth doubtfully when it was over. She was staring at Jenny, who under Ms Saunders’ instructions had lifted her left leg into the air so everyone could assess the effect of the paint. “Like, I can see her pussy lips. If you’re looking at it carefully.”

“Well, let me ask you a question, Elisabeth,” said Ms Saunders. “Why are you staring at a girl’s cunt? Are you a slut?”

Elisabeth blushed. “No, miss!”

“Good,” said Ms Saunders. “The paint is perfectly acceptable to deceive anyone who doesn’t stare directly. And only a pervert would stare directly, so you girls will be fine.”

It didn’t entirely make sense to the girls, but they were very stupid, and Ms Saunders was smart, so they all nodded.

Then Ms Saunders took them out on the field to practice.

Again, Mr Gordon and his friends were there to watch. Some of the school teachers were there too.

The girls practiced the start of their routine - passionate tongue kisses, breast groping, bunny hops to make their tits jiggle. The vibrating butt plugs did indeed put an extra spring in their step - and an extra slutty moan in every kiss.

And then the next part of the routine - each girl lifting her left leg towards the audience, high above her head, to present her spread groin directly to the audience in the bleachers.

The girls blushed, but took comfort in the knowledge that no one knew that their cunts were only covered with thin paint.

And the men in the stands smiled, because they *did* know about the body paint, because Mr Gordon had specifically chosen these panties, and he had specifically instructed Ms Saunders to have the girls paint their cunts.

The silly naive cheerleaders were presenting their naked cunts to these men. But they would present far more before long.

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Afterwards the girls asked how to remove the paint, and Ms Saunders said that soap and water would have a hard time taking it off, but human saliva would do the job.

“It’s edible, girls,” she told them. “Just lick your girlfriend clean.”

It took longer for the girls to lick the paint from each other’s cunts than it had done for them to “lick each other clean” before applying it, and, to Ms Saunders’ satisfaction, several girls visibly orgasmed while having their cunts licked.

“It’s all right, girls,” she told them. “We’re all friends here. Having your cunt licked feels nice. There’s no reason to pretend otherwise.”

In addition, the paint had a pleasant sugary taste, and carried a mild euphoric effect. The girls found they *enjoyed* licking up the paint - and, in fact, looked forward to licking it off again.

Afterwards, she switched up the girlfriend pairing, assigning each girl to a new partner. Mr Gordon had been clear that he wanted these girls to see each other as sex objects and vehicles for sexual pleasure, not as *lovers* or objects of affection.

“Keep practicing your kissing, girls,” she told them. “Every day.”

(TO BE CONTINUED)